We are wasting this weather
being inside these four walls
and it needs to be known
that for one and for all
we are born with a heart
with only so many beats
it’s a finite resource
that we only deplete
why is that window
between you and outside?
let your skin feel the tingle
only sun can provide
please repeat after me
a big fuck you to work
and get out of your school
coz your teacher’s a jerk
let the clouds be your pillow
and the grass be your bed
feel the sky touch your toes
and the zen reach your head
let’s not waste all this weather
rain may wait in the wings
of the birds that fly past
sense the storms that they bring
and when times turn inclement
and we seek shelter and solace
our memories of sunshine
will bring comfort to all us
for we’ll know that we did
all that we humanly could
to get the most from the weather
while the getting was good
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